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From the window of my room, far away, I see a small strip of sea. On it, a ship, a gray ball that allows me to understand the model. But it is a given redundant. Golden Virginia in the air. I try to imagine where it comes from the hull, to where it is Direct. People there on board. Maybe at this moment there is someone who smokes on the deck and watch the coast away aft. They are simple thoughts and reflections of a few minutes. Wind and yet they are sometimes too cool days in real estate. Always on the go, for business, and little time to breathe. But not the kind of movement that I like. E 'dirty

material. Here there is the smell of salt air that is breathed in Copenhagen. Here is dust and old stuff. People adrift, helpless as you jostle in a tavern, hungry for a piece of bread. It will not be a jacket and tie to make them better. Only life on the high seas could be. But they have the character from townspeople.
First day of Fall
and I wake up to the tune of falling rain. I look forward to the leaves and the cool wind, but really cool. The warmth of a scarf and the pleasure of wine on cold evenings of tobacco. Look . Look, yes, I also take to sea. And let the dust and the stern old stuff. Never trust, never.


Photo: Nave Palinuro school in Ortigia, taken by the Captain.

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Mild and useless life. Now. Here. The long march

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Fall



At the port there is always a strong smell of oil and salt. Water a bit 'sluggish. It's not stink, you can not define this if you consider the port as a home. One of the many. Watch the boats dancing calm, the fishermen on sediolina folding bucket beside the seagulls flying in circles and are placed high on the crane. Far away, the horizon is blue and you wonder what there is: what lands, what experience, at this moment, you're losing. not worth arguing with people. Useless to try to make them understand your point of view if they do not know how to listen. Dialogue is nice when it is constructive. All other times it's just a waste of time. People do not like me, then, that I care what you want, basically.
shift their attention away from himself too much affects the center of gravity, and then on ' balance. Then you need to jettison much weight as possible and keep only the essentials.
regain control.
seafarers. Head and hard rind.

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"That was always the Mediterranean, it was enough to give a little 'of attention to the faint memory recall: oil and red wine, Islam and the Talmud, crosses, cypress pine, tombs, churches, crimson sunsets as blood, white sails in the distance, stones worked by men and time, that particular hour of noon when the quiet and the silence was broken only by the chirping of cicadas, night in the light of a bonfire piled with wood adrift, while the moon slowly rose above a sea islands without water. It also skewers of sardines, bay leaves and olives, watermelon peels floating on the gentle sway vespertino quiet of the beach, the sound of pebbles in the surf in the morning, boats are painted with blue, white and red, launched on beaches with mills in ruins and olive gray , gilded grapes on trellises. And the shelter of their own shadow, her eyes lost in the intense stretching to the east, the sea looked real estate men, sunburned and bearded heroes knew of shipwrecks in bays designated by cruel gods, fake statues mutilated asleep, with open eyes, a silence of centuries. "


Arturo Perez-Reverte Pontina on at sunset, Latin night on a vintage black beetle in the direction of the Sea. The games in the evening, laughter, hundreds of photographs, tobacco & beer. The early morning breakfast at the bar with you. Sweatshirts and shorts. Themselves to be absolutely free and brilliant, who knows how many miles from home in the midst of "unknown" you always seem to know.
So the sailor's bag is filled with other memories, other experiences and good wind to breathe out when the air is still.
Arremba life as a pirate . With proper light, ironically, with a smile. Balancing the melancholy, without ever flunk a challenge or a proposal. Close leggermente gli occhi e affidarsi all'istinto, al proprio equilibrio. Trovare più di quanto si cercava, mai per caso ma

sempre per scelta . Schiena dritta, al timone sul ponte.